Both travellers try their 'hands'
at local customs:
Monty botches cherry-blossom ikebana;
a surprised Michael agrees
that that jelly bean tastes
like a tiramisu.
Last thing I thought
last night on my pillow:
nice sounding names,
Monty Don and Michael Portillo.
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